Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

Aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these
poppin' off at the lip, talkin' about the last sucka
To fuck up and stuff that, loc, what's up?
Yeah, believe everythin' you read, fool

Nah, they know what time it is but you know for
Who don't know, I think it's time we step to the mic
And set the record straight, aiyo, G, gon' do it like this
Why don't you 'em who you're down with loc? Right

All you run and tell a friend, um
Bad mutha is bad again
M.A.A.D. Circle's in the for the ninety fo' and
If I tell I got a fo'ty and I shoot they ass up like rifleman

'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dan
Them mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't a fuck
So throw mutha fuckin' M in the sky

If the nigga next to you ain't down, him in the eye
If you up your seat you met your doom
Big G could start a in an empty room
You fuck with me, you fuck with crazy tunes

Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and
I give a fuck about you or your crew
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Nigga clear the lane, get the off the street
It's the one nine nine fo' and I booty
Stank ass skag mutha wanna basket
Paid by you from the nigga Dub' C

The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, it
Yo Coolio, what's up with punk mutha fuckas?
I don't know, don't they know, um, I gets like Illegal
Flow like water, drop bomb like a seagull

A ass nigga known to sag
And like Old English, I'm mutha fuckas on they ass
Diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I
rappers and pissin' down they throats

'Cause I'm the, rusty mac mackin'
And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is static
And jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want
ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it

These ol' whack ass niggas gettin' popped for record
I'm broke it take no skills to pay the bills
But that's alright because I kill a crew
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Another day, another dollar, I'll be there ya holla
It's the skanded ass, sticky face, scholar
I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, it
Turn it to the hook and in the door

May all the be forgot
But if steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots
I always feel somebody's watchin' me
And even though watchin', you can't stop a G

'Cause I been where you're goin' and I know you see
You build a rep but not on the C
O to the L to the I to the O
With the mutha fuckin' flow

So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a
Wit an old ass thirty eight causin' ruckus
Yo be a fool to step to the crew
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass you know who

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Uh huh, all you punk ass mutha
The real steel is in the heel for year
Brand new, we're nowhere a year ago,
not cookin' ya crew, beeyotch